Let's just say the herd will be a bit bigger very soon.

The blessed silence did not last long.

"Oh my god, what are you freaks?!" Shrieking, Crystal pointed at the baffled cow morphs. "Where did you monsters come from?!"

The surprise of the anthro cattle didn't last long, though, quickly replaced by hurt feelings - in Ginger's case at least. Lily simply saw red.

"How dare you!" Jumping up, she stomped towards Crystal, shoulders squared and head lowered. "How DARE you call my little cow a monster!"

In the face the well-muscled bull morph bearing down on her, Crystal quickly shut up again - only to open her mouth wide and take a huge breath in preparation to scream bloody ****. But before she could let loose, Lily's hand clamped down on her face, the trophy wife's shrieks muffled to the point of barely being audible. Grabbing the bull's wrist with both hands, Crystal struggled and fought, but against Lily's strength she was powerless.

Ginger felt warmth spread in her chest, and not from her overly full, leaking mammaries. For her bull to get this angry, and to defend her so fervently... it made her feel all tingly and giddy. The cow morph gazed lovingly at Lily as the bull morph began dragging Crystal back to the lounger, a look of righteous fury on her face. The blonde was hitting Lily's arm with her fists, but the anthro bull didn't even react to the ineffective beating or the barely audible screams of protest.

"You **** your way into our pasture, interrupt my little cow's milking time, scream at us and call us freaks..." Stopping next to the bucket filled with Ginger's delicious cream, Lily **** Crystal to her knees and bent down to grab the milk bucket. "Let's see how you like being part of the herd."

"Oooh!" Ginger clapped her hands over her dribbling milkers, forcing out small spurts of milk. "A new herd sister!"

With a grim nod, Lily brought the bucket up to Crystal's face, quickly switching from holding the other woman's mouth closed to pouring thick, rich cream into it as Crystal's lips parted to let out a scream. For the trophy wife, it was drink or drown - and with the first gulp disappearing into her belly, her wide-open eyes glazed over as her lids grew heavy, falling half closed while her arms went slack and her hands dropped limply to the ground. Milk spilled over her cheeks and chin, splashing down on her white blouse and soaking it through until her eggshell colored, strapless bra was clearly visible.

Thanks to this, the first changes that Crystal's greedy drinking brought about were unmissable: Her tits, already straining her bra, began bulging out of the cups, pushing against the see-through garment covering them. Moaning between gulps, more and more milk spilling over her body, Crystal brought her hands up to her chest, kneading and rubbing the swelling mounds on her chest.Very soon, the bra was becoming painfully tight, and the blonde fought to pull the cups down from where they dug into her by now rather impressive bust - even though Ginger was still considerably bigger, as she noticed with more than a little pride.

But, slick with milk as the soft orbs were, Crystals fingers couldn't find purchase on the smooth flesh through the fabric of her blouse, and pained groans rose from her throat whenever it was free of milk for a second. At least until, with a loud 'ping!', the hooks of her bra broke, leaving Crystal covered only by virtue of her expanding chest pressing the garment against her blouse. Which, obviously, also seemed to be on its last legs, or rather buttons, seams creaking and buttons struggling to hold in mountains of titflesh that they had never been designed to hold.

Of course, the fresh milk Lily was pouring into Crystal relentlessly also had an effect on other parts of the woman's body: Her beige-colored duck pants had already yielded to the pressure of a swelling pink mound on the blonde's lower belly, two of the stiffening teats rising into the air proudly, the others still pressing into the fabric of Crystal's pants where they clung to the lower half of what was already easily recognizable as an udder. Seeing it swelling like this made Ginger rub her own, emptied mound sympathetically, sighing happily. Crystal would love her new udder, and adore being milked even more!

Judging by how she was running her hands over the sensitive flesh growing in, Crystal was already enjoying her new milkers immensely, only reacting to the first two buttons flying off by plunging both hands into her milk-slick cleavage, massaging the sweet cream into her skin directly and leaving it wet and shiny. Her bra, intended to hold breasts of a mere B-cup, now barely covered her puffy areolas, thick nipples tenting the fabric and threatening to push it away. But before that could happen, Crystal's chest heaved, sending the remaining buttons flying off into the grass, leaving her still swelling boobs to tumble free before they settled on her chest, already almost reaching down to the bottom of her ribs. Her strapless bra fell, exposing her teat-like, erect pleasure nubs, and landed on her udder - which was impressively big, larger than her tits even. Ginger gaped, hands resting on top of her breasts; even her own had only been this big when she hadn't been milked for a while!

Ooooh, I'M the prized cow around here! While Ginger was really happy to get another herd mate, she also felt fiercely competitive all of a sudden, setting her jaw as fiercely as she could. Just you wait, I'll give more milk than you ever can! Even if your udder is bigger than mine!

As if to demonstrate, Ginger pulled on one of her stiff nipples, shooting an arc of milk through the air. But right as she did so, Crystal thrust her chest out with a keening moan, squirting out milky sprays of her own, leaving Ginger to pout at their volume as it was easily rivalling hers. Because she wasn't swallowing for a second, another splash of Ginger's milk spilled from Crystal's mouth and all over her neck and chest, dripping to the ground and bringing Ginger's attention to the hips and thighs of the soon-to-be cow morph kneeling in front of her bull. They had expanded to outrageous proportions, already tearing open the seams of Crystal's duck pants, soft, creamy flesh bulging through the gaps, until, with a terrible ripping sound, the pants pretty much disintegrated, leaving the blonde's bottom practically bare - and revealing the cute, tufted tail sprouting from her backside, swishing over the grass as she kept drinking.

But by now, Lily had tilted the bucket almost completely; only a few more drops were left. But Ginger's loving bull wasn't giving the newest member of the herd the honor of drinking all of the red-headed cow's milk - pulling the bucket away, Lily emptied the last few mouthfuls herself, leaving Crystal to whine softly as her supply of the tasty liquid disappeared. Licking her lips and fingers clean, she stared up at Lily with barely focused eyes.

"Mooo--more..." Crystal barely managed one word, enormous breasts and udder leaking milk of their own as they pressed against each other. It reminded Ginger how unbearably full her own milkers were. "I... I want moooo~...re..."

"Is that so?" Lily's voice was full of ice - obviously turning Crystal into a new herd member hadn't been enough to quell her rage. "Then help me finish what you interrupted."

Ginger's heart beat faster as her bull turned towards her, the look of controlled anger on Lily's face instantly softening as she stepped over to the lounger, putting the now empty bucket down in front of the cow morph's legs. Oooh, now she would get milked, her sore, aching breasts emptied! Wiggling her butt on the slightly stick lounger happily, Ginger leaned forwards expectantly - but only a little bit. Too far, and her prodigious, overly full breasts would pull her to the ground, leaving her with her ass raised into the air, presenting her dripping pussy for her bull to use... Then again, maybe she should?

Before she could enact her cunning plan, though, Lily had already begun to massage Ginger's leaky boobs, her strong hands running from the middle of the swollen orbs towards their erect tips, streams of milk once again splashing into the bucket. All plans and worries suddenly seemed so very far away, just the exquisite feeling of being milked, the pressure in her milkers abating mattered anymore. Ginger barely noticed Crystal scooting closer, struggling with the weight of her equally enormous assets. That they were leaking milk of their own and would quench Crystal's thirst just as well didn't seem to occur to the over-endowed cow morph.

"Wow, there seems to be even more than in your udder..." Lily murmured, tugging gently on Ginger's nipples. "They must be really heavy."

"Mmoooh~..." Ginger lowed, words somehow very complicated right now, ears swishing back and forth while her pussy gushed, twitching against the lounger.

And it got even harder to think when Crystal had made it over to the other two cow morphs, taking over milking duties at Ginger's right breast. Not that she was getting as much milk into the bucket as Lily, sneaking big gulps of Ginger's delicious, warm cream whenever she could. Which was sporadically at first, whenever she though their bull wasn't looking, but as Crystal realized that she wasn't getting admonished for what she was doing, more and more often until, much to Ginger's pleasure and delight, she kept her lips wrapped around the stiff teat, suckling and slurping as her tongue lapped over the cow morph's sensitive lower nipple. Closing her eyes, Ginger luxuriated in the gentle milking.

It wasn't like she could do much more, her mind flooded with bliss. The cow morph's eyes fell closed as she swayed slightly in place; never before had she felt this relaxed, this at peace. But something seemed to be missing... As Ginger sighed and lowed, she tried to think about what it was, but the exquisite sensations from her breasts slowly being drained of milk made that almost impossible. If only her bull could help, but Lily was busy milking Ginger, so she couldn't... could she?